Tag - slabs

One minute I was descending, balancing cutlery and plates on my right hand; the next , I was slamming my neck, spine and butt hard on jutting, concrete, well – laid out slabs – knocking the breath out of me and sending that balanced pile flying in all directions. I have a meeting at 9a.m on the island. Was my initial thought. I didn’t want to miss it. The possibility of a slipped disc or broken bones was insignificant. Much like the student who screamed: ‘Ah! My CK jeans!‘ when shot in the leg by armed robbers. It is difficult to describe what happened because everything went so fast like …magic. Africa movie magic. For several dazed minutes, I didn’t move a muscle. After that initial thought , Inly then did my mind begin to process the incident while waiting to get back the wind that shot out of me upon impact. The silence was eerie at 5.45a.m. as I finally, slowly craned my neck. That’s when fear began to sip in. Scared to move my entire body in the event of any physical or internal damage, I assessed the one in front of me. Most of the cutlery and plastic plates were strewn on the bottom half of the stairway. The only glassware, a pale blue wide plate ,was two steps below, snapped cleanly down the middle and laid in two equal halves. I shifted a leg and heaved myself up. No pain. No discomfort coursing through my body. Sigh of relief. I could carry on with my day. My beau emerged from above then, quietly, cautiously. He thought there was an intruder in the house. The crash and prolonged silence thereafter made him wary. Was I okay? Could I stand, walk? Did I need to lie down? Any pains? It was all good. The stairs in my life and I had a strong relationship. Running up and down them used to be an exercise routine five years ago. Trudging up and down was the substitute on a very exhausting day. They’ve allowed me fly down them in a hurry or”more